As someone who had cast off lowbrow tastes, Qin Yang would not shamelessly press for answers when someone clearly had no intention of saying anything. So he had no intention of asking what Black Shadow had gone off to do.
That shameless Black Shadow had directly started spewing obscenities—wasn't that obviously changing the subject?
They had only exchanged a few words when Ugly Chicken arrived again with its army of oddities, a pack of bizarre creatures who whooped and laughed as they made a ruckus.
Qin Yang was happy to enjoy such liveliness. At the very least, it made him feel alive.
Dying once truly did bring many changes to a person.
Days passed one after another. No large-scale invasion appeared, and no small-scale infiltration had yet been discovered. The surroundings of the divine tree, especially its roots, had already undergone a thorough inspection.
With the support of the Great Ying Divine Dynasty, the Hu Liang space was improving steadily in every aspect. It would only become harder to infiltrate it in the future.
Of course, infiltrating from this Hu Liang into other places would also become very difficult.
Except for those bastard dogs with authority.
Qin Yang quite liked these days. There was no need to rush his cultivation and cling desperately to every instant of time. The stronger one's cultivation and the higher one's realm, the greater the proportion occupied by comprehension, realization, and enlightenment.
A simple increase in power was no longer enough to cross the boundary between realms.
If such days could continue, Qin Yang thought it would be best to live like this for tens of thousands of years, perhaps even a hundred thousand years. Once his lifespan ran out and he could peacefully accept his own death, he would go to the World of